The sad music of roads lined with larches.
The forest in the distance resting under snow.

The Khyber Pass. Alexander the Great.

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.

In a little patch of ground beside
the wall of the Earth Sciences building,
a man in a canvas hat was on

She gave me the car and two
hundred dollars. Said, So long, baby.
Take it easy, hear? So much

Driving lickety-split to make the ferry!
Snow Creek and then Dog Creek
fly by in the headlights.

  This rain has stopped, and the moon has come out.
I don’t understand the first thing about radio
waves. But I think they travel better just after

The nights are very unclear here.
But if the moon is full, we know it.
We feel one thing one minute,

He slept on his hands.
On a rock.
On his feet.

Now that you’ve gone away for five days,
I’ll smoke all the cigarettes I want,
where I want. Make biscuits and eat them

They’re alone at the kitchen table in her friend’s 
flat. They’ll be alone for another hour, and then
her friend will be back. Outside, it’s raining—